It had been several weeks since my initial booking with Carol the Working Girl. Yes, I know several weeks between visits is unacceptable, but as is usual with me, life (i.e., work) again finds a way to interrupt my extracurricular activities. Again, I entered via the back door. I completely forgot about the bell attached, and when it gave off its loud clang, I nearly shit myself in fright. Before I came to my senses, the...